??Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Leaving “Passionate Paradise”._1
Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Leaving “Passionate Paradise”._1
“It’s ti to make a move!”
Colin hesitated no longer, with a wave of his hand, he fused with the Yukionna, and then dragged a syringe as long as an arm out of the Storage Room, filled with a dicine that gradually changed from black to dark gray, to gray and finally to gray-white.
Holding the huge injector, he took a leap forward, diving through the air like a sword.
Before he reached within ten ters of the monster, to be safe, Colin activated “Ti Stasis.” With a buzzing sound, everything in the world before his eyes ca to a stop.
His figure flashed, arriving in front of it, he raised the syringe high, ready to drive it down.
But at that mont, his eyelid twitched, suddenly noticing that the creature in front of him seed to be wriggling, very slowly, but it was indeed moving…
“The second thing that can resist ‘Ti Stop’…”
Colin felt that his epic item had been epically weakened.
However, although the movent of the thing gave him a slight shock, his hands didn’t stop, and he managed to stab the syringe into the tar-like, gelatinous “Formless Mother.”
Then, his figure swiftly retreated—
According to what was stated in the “Subsidiary Docunt,” reaching this step ant they had succeeded.
Not long after, when the sound of the ticking clock clearly reached him, Colin had already retreated at least thirty ters away.
[It was obvious that the “Gene Compensation dicine” had awakened a part of the “Formless Mother” that had been altered, enabling it to regain so semblance of sanity.]
And it was after this piece of “Narrator” appeared that what was supposed to be executed boiled up again, and soon, dozens of heads with spines trailing behind them surged out of its body.
“These…”
Colin’s nostrils twitched, slling the scent of Bonfire Company on these heads, and a bold idea ford at the bottom of his heart.
But before he could ponder further, he saw the dozens of heads being stacked up, their spine bones still connected to the tar-like main body, but their heads were forming legs, a torso, arms… turning into a “person.”
The aura emanating from this “person” made everyone present feel a chill, sensing an oppressive feeling from a higher level of life.
At that mont, the eyes on the dozens of heads opened at the sa ti, showing green glowing pupils:
“Go and tell those people, before Her full resurrection in 2044, let
out, and I will agree, to stand from the perspective of your species, and grant you one condition.”
Who are those people? The company’s higher-ups, or soone else? And 2044 again, what does it an by 2044? What exactly is going to happen then? Who does it an by full resurrection?
A torrent of confusion erupted in Colin’s heart, and he glanced at his colleagues, realizing they were more baffled than he was.
However, just as Colin was about to ask about the situation, he saw the “person” in front of him suddenly lift its head, seemingly looking at sothing, then all its mouths opened at the sa ti, spitting out a finger, a piece of arm, and so other fragnted body parts…
Before the items could reach the ground mid-air, they were sucked away by an invisible transparent vortex.
“This scent… Is it our body tissue? Was it just now directly communicating with Bonfire Company?”
Colin watched the familiar transparent vortex, realizing sothing.
It was at this mont that the “person” lifted its hand, waving it through the air…
[Due to so accidents, you have been involved in a rift, and through this rift, you will arrive at other Script Cities…]
Suddenly, the view before Colin and the others blurred for a mont, and when their vision cleared the next second, they had arrived at a desolate crossroads with no one in sight.
Colin shook his head and looked around, noticing an unsettling mist enveloping the vicinity.
On either side of the fork in the road ahead, there stood two signposts, the one on the left bearing a faded English inscription “Raccoon City,” and looking past the signpost at a distance, he could vaguely see a city seemingly covered in flas.
And on the sign to the right was written “Silent Hill,” down that road there wasn’t a city, just so eerily silhouetted trees along with a figure with a pointy head flitting by.
Beyond that, on the road behind them was a broken signpost, with “Ishimura” inscribed on it…
At this mont, the Warden’s voice broke the silence, “What’s this an? My foreign language skills aren’t good, what’s all this about? And why does the symbol on the left look sowhat familiar to …”
“And have we escaped this place?”
“Familiar indeed, the Umbrella Corporation is pretty famous. To the left is Raccoon City, to the right is Silent Hill, and if I’m not mistaken, we’ll probably have to choose a direction…” Dog Brother explained.
“Raccoon City has female zombies, Silent Hill has nurses, tough choice…” Loafing Immortal muttered to himself.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him with sowhat strange expressions.
“Really… the strong never complain about their surroundings.”
Colin sighed, but then suddenly saw a ssage that seed to have appeared belatedly in front of everyone.
[Hi~ Welco to “Script City: Horror Zone,” I am your reliable and sincere Mr. Narrator, oh, my dearies, forgive
for expressing my apologies first, because it’s been a long ti since anyone has co, I was a bit slow…]
[Hehe, as compensation, I will give you so hints…]
[If you don’t make a decision within the next three minutes, you will drop into the “backrooms,” trust , it’s definitely not better than making a decision right away…]
[Oh, and I guess you’re thinking, what if you fly away or burrow into the ground?]
[No worries, I have arranged enough surprises for you in different directions…]
[For instance, if you go up in the sky, you’ll arrive at… hmm?]
[Look, look, look, my little darlings, it seems your strength has not reached the minimum requirents to participate in the “Terror Zone”?]
…
Facing the query from “Narrator,” Colin and the others kept silent; from his lively manner of speaking, they could tell this definitely wasn’t the “Narrator” from “Passionate Paradise.”
“It seems that each area’s ‘Narrator’ is quite different,” Colin mumbled, and then felt as if sothing was sizing him up.
[Although I don’t know how you got here, according to the protocol and rules, my dearies, I have to send you off, ~(╥╯^╰╥)~]
…
And it was at this mont that a ssage erged in Colin’s mind.
[Descent Protocol G-2 activated.]
“Dong—— Dong—— Dong——”
The distant and ancient sound of bells rang clearly in their ears, and the world in front of them seed to be covered with layer upon layer of mosaic. Soon the surroundings beca a gray, murky, independent space.
[Although it was only a brief eting, I will miss you, and when you wish to obtain D-level authorization, see you again~]
Mr. Narrator’s ssage made its last appearance in front of everyone, seemingly reluctant to say goodbye…
However, including Colin, a unanimous thought erupted in the minds of all the employees upon reading this ssage:
“Fuck your goodbye, I never want to deal with anything related to ‘Script City’ ever again in my life!”
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